"I knew the song long ago, but I have never guessed what that magic prayer can be like." "It must be a woman's prayer; I cannot tell you what it is." "And are you so sad to-day, Unorna?
What makes you sing that song ?" "Sad?
No, I am not sad," she answered with an effort.

"But the words rose to my lips and so I sang." "They are pretty words," said her companion, almost indifferently.

"And you have a very beautiful voice," he added thoughtfully.
"Have I?
I have been told so, sometimes." "Yes.

I like to hear you sing, and talk, too.

My life is a blank.